part ways
Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh-uh
(Ayy, turn the music up for me, Chris)
Ayy, go!
Go
All-red foreigns, all-black chopper
Here I come, you ready or not
I keep big old knots and I will pick your lock, ayy
Foenem be loading up
Smokin' on dope before they hit your block
Shoot them dice, hit your body
I need duct tape, bitch, no Scotch
All of these waves, I'm feeling like Nas, ayy
Before we part ways I gotta flex up, okay
Killin' that beat, ayy
What, you can't see? Ayy
You know what it is, ayy, ayy
Know what it may be, ayy, ayy
I should blame the drugs, ayy, ayy
But I blame me, ayy, ayy
Look at my rank, ayy, ayy
What's my K/D? Ayy, ayy
Keepin' them squares, ayy, ayy
Out of the tent, ayy, ayy
We spendin' new money, ayy, ayy
Out of the rent, ayy, ayy
Make 200 bands, ayy
Out of some lint, ayy, ayy
You talkin' real niggas, ayy
I'm up in the mix, ayy, ayy
She heard my voice, ayy, ayy
It made her moist, ayy, ayy
I'm up in the forest, ayy, ayy
Trap with the boys, ayy, ayy
You got no choice, ayy, ayy
Bad bitch named Joyce, ayy, ayy
Pickin' up coins, ayy, ayy
In the Rolls-Royce, ayy, ayy, ayy
All-red foreigns, all-black chopper
Here I come, you ready or not
I keep big old knots and I will pick your lock, ayy
Foenem be loading up
Smokin' on dope before they hit your block
Shoot them dice, hit your body
I need duct tape, bitch, no Scotch
All of these waves, I'm feeling like Nas, ayy
Before we part ways I gotta flex up, okay
Last but not least, ayy, ayy
You tryna find me? Ayy, ayy
You better off findin' Nemo, ayy
Jump in the sea, ayy, ayy
Her Uber was 20 dollars, ayy
She live by me, ayy, ayy
Bitch, I'm John Madden, ayy
Run it by me, ayy, ayy
Ain't no rules, ayy, ayy
NFL street, ayy, ayy
Ho, get up off me, ayy, ayy
You missed your beat, ayy, ayy
Coughin' up cheese, ayy, ayy
Throwing up threes, ayy, ayy
Spray it like Febreze, ayy, ayy
Yeah, it can be that way, ayy, ayy
All-red foreigns, all-black chopper
Here I come, you ready or not
I keep big old knots and I will pick your lock, ayy
Foenem be loading up
Smokin' on dope before they hit your block
Shoot them dice, hit your body
I need duct tape, bitch, no Scotch
All of these waves, I'm feeling like Nas, ayy
Before we part ways I gotta flex up, okay